चलो, तुमको लेकर चलें

चलो, इंद्रधनुष के अंत तक चलें | सुना है वहाँ परियाँ मटकियों में सोने के सिक्के छिपाती हैं, वहाँ एक सपनों की दुकान करते हैं – हरे गुलाबी रजनीगंधा की खुशबू वाले दिन में टिमटिमाते सपने | उनको कोई ग़रीबन  की बेटी बालों में जूड़े संग गूथ लेगी, या कोई फकीरन का बच्चा आँसुओं संग…

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You Know Chechnya

You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry We could have, but we didn't try To save you from the enemy's eye You know Chechnya, sometimes I cry You know Chechnya, sometimes I hear Your voices that have known no fear Mourning those, who once were dear You know Chechnya, sometimes I hear You know Chechnya, sometimes…

MISH, MASH BALDERDASH

So, finally, I get the opportunity to rant. To speak (write) out my mind, crib, shout and chant. What among the thousands of things That go through my mind, should I share with the world? Maybe everything? Or nothing really? Quiz. No quiz. Quiz. No quiz. Cramming for quiz… Messed up the quiz. Same old.…

Home Turf

My dreams are stretched so far and wide But the world asks me to cast them aside To forget the thousand yards that I have walked. My eyes were young, when I walked blindfold, The wind in my hair, my feet in the sky, Rainbows on my shoes and stories in my eyes I wondered…

If I were invisible for a day…

I saw the title, blinked my eyes. I have an article to pen, A topic on which to write And…I am clueless on what I would do Were I to be invisible for a day, maybe two. I think of my fantasies; Do any of them require my invisibility? Apparently not. I then get my…

Will I embrace the rains?

I look at the streets, covered with blood, Stinking of stories, of hate and anger, I steer ahead, without a blink mere, For I have my own ‘problems’ to fear.   These urchins stand, in their rugged clothes, colored balloons but their future black, I slide up the window, with a slight sneer, For I…

We at LSD – Part 1

Here we welcome you, amongst the red stones Where we have, our own Game of Thrones.   Quizzers are the Wildlings, their beards so long, Perennially in pursuit, of right and wrong. Mighty they stand, north of the wall, And shower questions, like arrows tall.   Writers are the Starks, royal and upright, Displaying through…

We at LSD – Part 2

..Continued from Part 1 “Who made Ramdas co-ord?”, asked our last leader in pain His well-knit crosswords are a solver’s ba(i)ne   Anshul’s a quizzer, his taglines hail from books Don’t fall for them though, he’s wilder than he looks   Deva’s our nice guy, he’s polite and sweet His smile can charm, the instant…

Pulp Fiction

In the middle of June, four hundred fresh fruit Arrived from orchards of high fame and repute But springtime didn’t hold the riches they were promised. Their skins were attacked, their fleshes contused By the sharp knives of coursework and CV reviews Past the Equinox, now, wearing faded colours and smells In the throes of…

If I were the wind!

If I were the wind, you would be the leaf, hanging unfazed on the lonely tree. Would you still be as unrelenting as now, and leave me alone in the night? If I were the wind, you would be the ocean tide, standing tall in the moonlight. Would you still be as stubborn as now,…